If there is no rest for the wicked...does that mean that
rain is an evil force?
Slogged shoes.
Wet feet from flip flops.
Bank Street is a muddied maze of messes.
Smells of BBQ smoke are covered under sky waters.
Tapping on my window pane.
Flooded basements.
Ceaseless Grey.
Broken rainbow.
Oc Transpo tires spray rainy shrapnel my way.
People look disgusted.
Patio umbrellas folded and soaked.
Homeless cardboard signs fold and wane.
